John felt the pressure building, the familiar tightness in his balls that meant he was about to explode. Selio's hand was moving faster now, that webbed grip slick with spit and precum, stroking him with a rhythm that was neither too fast nor too slow. The hybrid's big dark eyes were locked onto John's face, watching every twitch, every gasp, like he was studying exactly what made his master fall apart.
And then John came.
The first rope shot out thick and heavy, arcing through the air before splashing across Selio's waiting tongue. The second followed immediately, then a third, fourth, fifth, a seemingly endless torrent of cum that should have been impossible but thanks to that Hentai Level Cum Reserves skill just kept coming.
Selio's mouth was open wide, tongue extended, catching every single drop without spilling anything. His throat worked as he swallowed, but he never closed his lips, never let a single white bead escape.
The load was huge, easily a 150 ml worth, and Selio took it all like a champion.
When the last spurt finally ended, Selio closed his mouth and swallowed once more, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, cleaning up the few stray drops that had landed there. Then he looked up at John with those big dark eyes and let out a soft, happy "Bwoof!"
John was panting, chest heaving, legs shaky. He reached down and patted Selio's head, fingers sinking into the soft blueish gray fur. "Good boy," he said, voice rough and breathy. "Such a good boy."
Selio's cheeks flushed a deep blue gray under his fur.
He leaned into the touch, purring loudly, the sound vibrating through his whole body. But he didn't stop. His tongue came out again, this time dragging slowly across the sensitive tip of John's still-hard cock. A long, wet lick that made John's hips jerk.
"Nnngh—" John groaned, his hand tightening in Selio's fur. "That's—that's a naughty boy."
Selio grinned, a mischievous, knowing grin that looked completely wrong on his usually innocent face. His webbed hand started stroking again, slow and deliberate, while his tongue swirled around the head, lapping up the remaining moisture. He sucked gently, just the tip, making wet, popping sounds that echoed through the game room.
John moaned, his head falling back. The little hybrid was teasing him, drawing out the sensitivity, keeping him right on the edge.
Across the room, Yuulus was not handling this well.
The little femboy was still sitting on the floor where Selio had tackled him, his back against the leg of the desk. His dolphin shorts were tented obscenely, a dark wet spot spreading across the light blue fabric. His small hand was shoved down the front of his shorts, fingers wrapped around his two-inch cock, jerking himself off with frantic, desperate strokes.
But that wasn't the only thing happening.
Yuulus's body was changing.
His breathing was heavy, ragged, each exhale coming out as a shaky whimper. His white pupils were blown wide, black sclera almost invisible, and his face was flushed a deep, furious red. He was losing control. Losing his grip on his form.
Please please please please please, his mind raced, the thoughts tumbling over each other in a frantic, horny mess. Master please look at me not that mutt I'm right here I've been right here the whole time why won't he look at me I need him I need his cock I need it so bad it hurts it hurts so much please master please use me instead I'll be so good I'll be the best boy I'll take your big cock so deep you won't believe it I'll take it all I'll beg for it I'll scream for it I'll do anything just please please please look at me touch me fuck me I need you so bad it's driving me crazy I can't think I can't breathe I just need you inside me filling me up making me yours please master please hurry up with that stupid mutt and fuck me instead I'll be good I promise I'll be so good just please please please—
A small pair of cat ears sprouted from the top of Yuulus's head, twitching and flicking. He didn't seem to notice, too lost in his own desperate arousal. His hand moved faster, jerking himself with abandon, his hips bucking up into his own grip.
Whiskers bloomed across his cheeks next, delicate white lines that quivered with each shaky breath. His nose twitched, flattening slightly, becoming more feline. A patch of white fur spread across his forearm, then vanished, then reappeared on his thigh before disappearing again. His form was flickering, unstable, shifting between humanoid and something else, something more animal.
"Please," Yuulus whimpered out loud, his voice cracking. "Please master I need it I need you I'll die if you don't fuck me please—"
John's head snapped toward him, yellow eyes widening. He'd been so focused on Selio, on the wet heat of that mouth, that he'd almost forgotten Yuulus was there. The little femboy was a mess, cat ears sprouting from his curly black hair, whiskers on his flushed cheeks, his hand moving frantically inside his shorts.
"Yuulus—" John started.
But Selio chose that moment to take John's cock deeper into his mouth, and John's words dissolved into a groan. The hybrid's mouth was so wet, so hot, so impossibly warm. It was like being wrapped in silk and fire at the same time. Selio's tongue was doing something, swirling and pressing, and his throat was constricting around the tip, and John's second orgasm was building way faster than it should have.
John grabbed Selio's head with both hands, fingers tangling in blue gray fur, and started thrusting. Slow at first, then faster, fucking that warm, willing mouth. Selio took it all, never gagging, never pulling away, just moaning around the shaft and letting his master use him.
"Nngh—fuck—Selio—" John groaned, hips snapping forward. "Your mouth—so wet—so hot—"
Selio's eyes were half-closed, blissful, his webbed hands resting on John's thighs as he let himself be used. Every few seconds he would hum, the vibration traveling up John's cock and making his balls draw up tighter.
Yuulus watched, his hand flying over his own tiny cock, his cat ears flat against his head. His whiskers were trembling, and tears were forming in the corners of his white-on-black eyes. "Please master please I need you I'll die I'll actually die please please please—"
John came.
The second orgasm hit him like a truck, even harder than the first. He buried himself deep in Selio's throat and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping directly down the hybrid's gullet. Selio swallowed and swallowed, taking every drop, his throat working rhythmically around John's pulsing shaft.
When John finally pulled out, gasping for air, Selio opened his mouth and showed off. Most of the cum was gone, swallowed down, but he'd kept a bit, a pool of white on his gray tongue. He snickered, a mischievous "Hehe," and then closed his mouth and swallowed the rest, licking his lips with obvious satisfaction.
John was still catching his breath, chest heaving, when Selio turned around. The hybrid got on all fours, his plush blue gray tail wagging, and presented his ass. He wiggled it in the air, those furry cheeks jiggling, and looked back at John over his shoulder with those big dark eyes.
"Bwoof?" Selio said, hopeful.
John stared at that wiggling ass for a long moment. His spent cock gave a valiant twitch. Selio was so cute, so eager, so ready to be taken.
But then he looked at Yuulus.
The little femboy was curled up on the floor now, cat ears drooping, whiskers sagging. His hand had stilled inside his shorts, and his white pupils were glassy with unshed tears. He looked small and pathetic and desperately needy, and John's heart did something complicated in his chest.
John reached down and patted Selio's head, scratching behind those fluffy ears. "Later," he said softly. "I'll fuck you later, okay? But Yuulus needs some love too."
Selio's ears perked up. He looked at Yuulus, then back at John, and gave an understanding nod. "Bwoof." He padded over to the corner and curled up on the plush bed, watching with curious eyes.
John turned to Yuulus and walked toward him, boots clicking on the stone floor.
Yuulus's whole body stiffened. His cat ears snapped upright, and his cheeks flushed an even deeper red. He pulled his hand out of his shorts and crossed his arms over his flat chest, turning his head away with a dramatic "Hmph!"
"I don't need your stupid love," Yuulus said, his voice wobbling. His cat ears betrayed him, though, swiveling toward John, tracking his every step. "I don't need anything from you. You can go fuck your mutt for all I care. I was doing just fine on my own. I don't—I don't need you to—just shut up!"
The whiskers on his cheeks were still there, twitching with every word. His tail, a fluffy white thing that had appeared at some point, was curled tight around his leg.
John crouched down in front of him, close enough to see the tears clinging to those white pupils, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his flushed skin.
"Shut up," Yuulus repeated, but his voice had dropped to a whisper. "Just shut up."